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Page Two THE POINTER November 2, 1948 THE POINTER Member National Scholastic Press Association Marilyn Robinette Bill McGuinn Allen Conrad Nancy Earle Jean Stamey Scotty Cook Jon Barnes News Editors Goldston Harris Marty Burton Feature Editors Lib Martin Bill Cecil Joann White . Jim Neely Allen Conrad Assistants Bill McGuinn Ann Siiipwash Dick Boyles Bob Neill Jeanne Rigby Business Manager . Betty Bowman Joan Crowder Barbara Tilson Nancy Perryman Typists Loma Garner Ct.adys Linthicum Assistants Walter Gibson Wanda Kinley GaynellIngle Ann Wright Martha Neal Miss Eleanor Young Business .idvisor Mr. Leland Howard . . . Hard To Forget On the evening of Sept. 30, in the fall of 1927, a small ereying gentleman stepped to the speakers stand and delivered to a large audience, assembled in the High School auditorium, the dedicatonal speech of the then-new High Point High school building. He was Mr. T. Wingate Andrews, sup t of High Point City schools; and he asked. What does this building mean to you? The deep thought and noble ideals expressed in his five concise paragraphs took only a few short minutes to savl yet it remains today as a tribute rn^a part o/mI that is High Point High school What he said has been permanently inscribed on the stone plaque outside the general office win dow for all to see, yet is generally unheeded. Head carefully these words. WHAT DOES THIS BUILDING MEAN TO YOU? What does this building mean to y®" • nil imnortant. unless its foundation, laid deep in living" rock and solid concrete, suggests that Truth is the only foundation on which you can build an endur- '"wha^ does this building mean to you? Nothing at all imWtant, unless its superstructure, over-arched and under girded with steel, teaches you that Character, and ChaTafter alone, will hold your life together and enable you to stand "four-square to all winds that *^'what does this building mean to you? Nothing at all important, unless 11 s interior, beautiful ^ h d immaculate as ti IS, persuades you to keep free from all stain the white-walled corridors of you own heart. What does this building mean to you? Nothing at all unless its symmetrical whole, revealing the clear purpose of those who conceived and built it, reminds you that a noble purpose nobly executed, and this alone, will make your life both beautiful and ^eful. If I could rise above “the smoke and stir of this dim spot that men call earth,” and drop you a message from above the clouds as you leave this auditorium to inspect the building, it would be this: “Except the Lord of Truth, and Beauty, and Righteousness build the house, they labor in vain that build it. —T. Wingate Andrews. Introducing Us We figured that that “cut ’n’dried looking mast head which appears elsewhere on this page will never acquaint anyone very well with the new 48- ’49 edition of The Pointer staff. So right here, we 11 take the liberty to go a little further and intro duce “us.” „ , . , 1 1. • J Feature editor Scotty Cook is that dark-haired cheerleader who likes Carolina . . . Bob “Don’t-give- me-anything-to-do’’ Neill—‘Need we say more? . . . A little gal fresh from Jr. High, but a sophomore-;- Marty Burton . . . Jean Stamey’s got newspaper s her blood. Her dad manages the H. P. Enterprise . . Jim Neely. What about a fellow with a laugh iike that? . . . Nancy Earle is a senior newcomer from “over Kernersville way” ... Bill McGuinn. Leroy’s new hangout is The Pointer office. Right in “Kisser’s” footsteps . . . Joann White, last year this time, was better known as Judy. Remember the ’47 Jr. play? . . . That 6’-2” news hound is Bill Cecil . . . Allen Conrad’s office boy and reporter. He’s just 5’-ll” . . . Goldston Harris is a Beta Club fellow who plays football and writes news . . • Ed- itor-in-Chief. Cheerleader, and D. A. R. “Good Citi zen.” Marilyn Robinette. Eight hustling business staffers led by Gladys Linthicum couldn’t go unnoticed. Gladys, along with Barbara “red-on-the-head” Tillson, Betty Bow man, Wanda Kinley, and Martha Neal, has become familiar to downtown businessmen, not to mention Nacy Perryman, Gaynelle Ingle, Anne Wright, and Joan Crowder. A certain junior English teacher and a Mister newcomer to HPHS come in here somewhere. What’s an organization without advisors? . . . specially those like Miss Eleanor Young and Mr. Leland P. Howard ? WE’RE HERE — FOR ANOTHER YEAR Volume number 26; issue number 1. That’s the way it reads under The Pointer’s nameplate, and that calls for an official note of greeting from us to you. But now, looking backward, we’d like to acknowl edge all the kind respects paid the ’47-’48 Pointer and staff members upon receiving an “All-Ameri can” award from the National Scholastic Press As sociation of the University of Minnesota. Especially to former editorial advisor. Miss Muriel Bulwinkle, we relay the many compliments received. Her tire less efforts and wonderful virtue called patience went right along with all the people who had any thing to do with that prize-winning paper. So, for us. Miss Bulwinkle will always be synonymous with “All-American.” Feline Felicitations Local Cat Cuts Capers MY DAY or What A Nightmare! This ficticious, very ficticious, little diary page just goes to show you that it never pays to wash orange chiffon cake a n d dill pickles down with three Cokes just before going to bed. Dreams are funny things! 8:20—Mom begins to drag me out of bed. 8:22—My achin’ body hits the floor . g;30—Out the front door with the “Dagwood Bumstead dash” . g.32—Back home again. Just couldn’t leave those salami sandwiches there 8:45’/4—Reach gate 8:45%—Reach 3rd floor on way to late home room 9:10—Enter gym. Minus loafer 9;ll_Get on rings and do in verted chest lay 9:30—Miss U. gives me permis sion to get off rings 9:31—Stagger to locker room 10:20—Dash to English class 10:25—Copying Loretta’s work 10:26—Caught by Miss M. 10- 30—Ears are still burning 10:36—Get out paper for test 11;16—Hand in blank test paper 11- 16—Interesting discussion on football team. Especially that backfield fellow three seats ahead. . 11;20—Reach Miss H’s history 11:30 Begin discussion on “What are you” . , u 12:15—Back to cafeteria and cold lunch line 12:35—Get milk . 12:40—Find table and begin eat ing 12:41—Finish eating. Sneak pea nuts past Miss Lindsay 12:42—Ah! Fresh air and sun- shine 12:65—^Crawl up to second floor again to study hall 1-00—Park chewing gum on side of seat. I just can’t afford to throw it out 1:00—Exchange funny with Bucky 2:20—Finish latest Marvel” as bell 2:21%—On way to class 2:25%—Reach class 2:26—Mrs. S. takes roll and gives me a zero. That teacher’s full of surprises! 2:40—Leave room to see about change of schedule 2:42—Detoured. Now on way to athletic field where I no tice loads of boys practic ing football 2:42%—Am pulled back by “Arm of the Law”—Mr. W. to you 3:00—On way to Mies M’s. office 3:26—Still seated in outer office 3:26—Seated in inner office— already! 3:30—Received “suspension pa pers” Ah! free once more! books “Captain rings Algebra ^ Herewith we tell you a story about a cat, a saga of a feline’s taste for foreigners, and an Un derwood typewriter. The cat’s name is Rameses, but in the animal kingdom it might just as well he “mud,” because what self-respeqting cat would be caught dead or alive at school? It seems that Rameses, our hero of doubtful origin, took it upon himself to acquaire some brain food and haplessly wandered into our building. Haplessly, we say, because the members of a rival (in spirit only) publication gathered him into their benevo lent arms and said, “He’s lovely! He’s soft! He’s ours. . . and you can’t have him!” And what did Rameses do? He quietly sank his teeth into Hey- wood’s hand and stalked out of the Pemican office, leaving him somewhat startled and definitely bleeding. Straight to the Pointer office he came—knowing no doubt that we would treat him like any decent respectable cat should be treated. A few of our staff members immediately demanded an inter view with a cat who had Pemican blood on his hands. . . but our stalwart kitty refused even to say “no comment.” Instead, he leaped upon the staff typewriter (the only one), examined it with a questioning eye—no doubt trying to find the margin release—then struck the keys in the catlike manner that most cats have! And, as you can see, dear reader, we have given you the picture for proof. Of course, we all wanted to make a pet of him. . . but Ram- eses’s unpredictable nature, and lack of office facilities made us change our minds. He had to be gotten rid of—much as we hated it, we had to do it. He was let loose that after noon, and we haven’t seen him since. A few staff members still say, “Wouldn’t it have been won derful to have a typing cat on the staff?” But I don’t think so . . . definitely. When he was on that typewriter, he struck out the word cat, and spelled it KAT. Now who wants a cat that kan t spell, especially on the Pointer stave? SHOOTIN’ SHERIFF SNIPES It was late. Echoing through the darkness of the long corridor were stealthy footsteps, those of a heavy man. A lone yellow flashlight ray broke the blackness of the still hall. The steps came closer . . . closer. Becoming more accustomed to the dark ness, we could distinguish a pistol swinging by the side of the big man. With one long stride, he turned the corner, faced us squarely, and said:“Yep, every thing’s locked up fine—from Mr. Whitley’s office to the darkroom. Guess I’ll sit awhile.” So go the duties of High Point High School’s faithful night watchman. Sheriff S. D. Snipes, H. P. P. D. This 225-pound Georgian has haunted the halls of H. P. H. S. all of fourteen years now. Even be fore this, he was a “man-of-the-law.” As an M. P. in the army of World War I, Sheriff served in France, England, and Germany. These fourteen years haven’t been dull ones for him. Although Sheriff never gets scared, he admits there can be some mighty odd-sounding noises around this place. Whether it’s the biology grass hoppers skipping down the halls or a playful mouse, he’s right there with his gun. Speaking of guns, this one has never fired a shot, and Sheriff hopes there’ll never come a time when it will have to. While we are at school each day. Sheriff Snipes takes it easy, getting in a few drowsy hours here and there. There’s nothing like sleep after a hard night’s work. In his spare time he likes gardening or hanging around the police station. It just goes to prove, you can’t get away from the law! Sheriff thinks his job is a pretty fine one. Of course it has its “bitter and sweet days.” If you’re ever snoopin’ around school at night, perhaps look ing for solved algebra problems, you’d better be on the look-out. . . ’cause Sheriff Snipes is! HiU H. P. H. S. Yearbook ‘All American’ An ‘“All American” rating was awarded to the Pemican, high school yearbook, making the sec ond such award to be received by a HPHS publication this year. Congratulation are in order for the ’47-’48 Pemican staff and ad visor, Miss Dot Hollar. KNEES (With apologies to Joyce Kilmer) / think that I shall never see As elbow lovely as a knee. A knee whose scrawny cap is pressed , Against the back of someone s desk. A knee that works so hard all day And lifts its weary self to play. A knee that may in summer wear A sunburn that has scorched its hair. Upon whose skin the sun has lain Who intimately lives with pain. This “poem” was paraphrased from “Trees” Who but a fool would write about knees? —Jean Stamey. Next time you’re on third floor and turn around to find Mr. Rhode pacing behind you, just ignore it he says he’s been noticing the striking re semblance of some folks to his Halloween jack-o- lantern. What about that, Jim Neely? ? . . . Calling all girls. If you’re looking for one of those heroes who isn’t afraid of mice, just call on Goldston Harris. Single (and also bare-) handed, he cap tured one cruising around in 7th period journalism class. . . And, Juniors, did you know your class candidates were down in the general office listen ing to their campaigrn manager’s speeches over the P. A. system? That’s 0. K., (Charlie Bryant. . . Seems as if “Blimp” Hayworth just can’t under stand Mrs. Rogers when elle lue parle en francais— (now, how’d that get in here?). . . Joe Allred really “up” on his quotations—^just ask him any thing at all about Patrick Henry. . . Anouncement: There seems to be a question about just how pure canteen water is. ’Course we wouldn’t know, but you might ask Miss Meador. . . Max Ward has been unanimously elected president of the Sub marine Club. Strike one up for Ward, ’cause hay— the kind they furnished at the Key Club hayride and cold water don’t mix so well! . . . Miss Good man: Jim Allen, what does an appositive do. Jim: ' It does “alll. . . right, I reckon”. WAY BACK WHEN . . . It was a cold, bleak evening on October 30, 1942. The HPHS football team was assembled in the locker room. Coach Cernugal took a good look at his boys and then wished he hadn’t. They were life less—without any spirit. The coach’s voice sounded big and loud. “You boys must get into the swing of things. It’s impossible to win without spirit. Spirit boys, spirit! Let’s hear a rousing cheer from a fine team!” A meek “rah-rah” came from the lips of some daring member of the 1942 Black Bison football team. It was a grave situation. High Point was at the bottom of tbe loop; and now here was home coming game staring them straight in the face. How could they let the school down tonight, after the students had worked so hard to make this such a crowning event? Each homeroom had entered its float in the parade, and the cheerleaders had yelled themselves hoarse at the pep rally that afternoon. Coach Cernugal had all these thoughts on his mind. He kept saying to himself. “I’ve got to raise their spirits. What can I tell the boys to give them more life? Wait—I know!” He walked back into the locker room, grinning in a devilish sort of way. “Boys,” he said, “you can stay out till 10:15 next week!” They won the game that night against the Char lotte Wildcats, 19 to 0. SONG DEDICATIONS FROM: TO: Football Team Friday, 8 P.M. “Good Rockin’ Tonight” Bucky Bucky “I Love You, Yes I Do” Seaweed Jerry “Until” Junior Gals Mr. Henriford “Every Day I Love You Just A Little Bit More” Buddy Marie “Near You” H.P.H.S O.H.S. Washington And Lee Swing” Chemistry Class Miss Milling “It’s Magic” Ken Jean “We Just Couldn’t Say Goodbye” One Termite His Father “Beat Me, Daddy, I Ate The Bar” Team Western Conference Championship “I’ll Be Seeing You” “Wah” Jones Miss Meador “Cool Water” Li’l Abner Schmoos “You’re An Old Schmoothie”
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